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Miss Origami

Started by Ebiris, January 04, 2005, 09:58:32 AM

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Bean Bandit

...Just a quick look. Kaitlin decides, turning toward the first available row of shelves, intent on being a good girl, and not getting too sidetracked.

With a slight giggle, she peruses the available titles to see what jumps out at her, even that simple task seeming rather engaging.
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Ebiris

The nearest shelves appear to be devoted to academic texts. In the field of psychology as far as you can see, nearby. With how high the stacks are, and how far they stretch, you wouldn't be too surprised if they contained copies of every single graduate level thesis in the past century.

Interestingly enough, you spot a dozen or so by Jean Piaget at eye level, reminding you of the last patron you dealt with before coming down here.

Bean Bandit

"Ooh." Kaitlin enthuses, beginning to look for criminal psychology texts. "These could be useful."

She pauses at the familiar name. "Hmm...Jean Piaget?" she muses to herself, pausing to investigate the sorts of books he wrote, on simple curiousity.
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Ebiris

There's nearly a dozen books by him - although you spot a few duplicates written in German - first editions, maybe? The majority seem to be centred around child development and learning.

Funnily enough, you spot a copy of Studies in Reflecting Abstraction. Pity none of the books down here are available for lending...

Bean Bandit

Out of sheer curiousity, Kaitlin picks up the book in question, delicately, in case it's fragile...it seems a bit new for that, but some companies lately had been reducing the amount of glue left in the bindings to encourage the books to fall apart, and the owners to replace them.

Needless to say, Kaitlin favored the death penalty for this particular offence.

Carefully thumbing through the pages, she curiously investigates what the garishily coiffed girl was writing an essay on...
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Ebiris

It's not a terribly complicated book - probably because it's based on examining the simple reasoning of young children. It covers quite a wealth of subjects, from reasoning behind mathematics, forming analogies, comparing items by disparate qualities...

There's quite an interesting piece in the second chapter about how a child, presented with two equal glasses of water, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, will always decide the tall one contains more volume at a certain stage in mental development. There are various other little examples to clearly show the various stages of cognitive development Piaget assigns - 7 stages, in all.

Bean Bandit

Completely losing track of what she had been doing, Kaitlin begins to read, finding the subject matter peculiarly fascinating. She manages to devour nearly half of one of the books in two hours, and shows no signs of stopping, until, fortunately, the rather sturdy athletic watch she wears beeps to signal the end of lunch.

"Eeep!" she blinks, noting the time, and looking embarrassedly up in the direction of the office she'd just left. Hastily replacing the book, and looking longingly at the full shelf, she reluctantly tears herself away, and hurries to the elevator again. Good grief. I hope Mr Joker didn't see that. Completely losing track of what you set about to do is NOT a good way to impress one's superiors. I bet the other special agents don't get all dreamy in here...
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Ebiris

You hear a cute feminine sneeze from the other side of one of the stacks just as you hustle into the elevator, but no one impedes your progress, nor attempts to enter the elevator with you.

Bean Bandit

Kaitlin, still red-faced, sets the elevator to head back up the the regular levels, bracing for the ride, and pondering what to pack for the trip...or, more pointedly, what books to bring.
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Ebiris

With a pleasant 'ding!' the elevator deposits you at the ground floor once more.

OOC: Just let me know when you want to skip, and how far along.

Bean Bandit

Settlling herself, Kaitlin exits the elevator at the ground floor, and mentally prepares herself for two stops as she prepares to the leave the library.

First off, she'd need to go to an office supply store. Carrying a large amount of paper would require not only th paper itself, but a sturdy case of some kind.

Secondly, she'd need to find a gamining store that sold gambling supplies. Large paper and index cards were all well and good, but for her money, unlaminated playing cards were the best small, easily concealable ammunition she had ever tried.

Goals fixed firmly in mind, Kaitlin packs up and leaves the library, excitement over the new assignment beginning to form...
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Ebiris

You make your preperations without incident, and before you know it, a new day dawns...

Sadly, your driver isn't the usual model of politely deferential British Library employee, being quite eager to talk your ear off over the fortunes of his favoured football team in the European Cup last night, but mercifully you are soon deposited at Heathrow airport where you meet Professor Haggart.

"Ah, so you must be Miss Origami?" the short, rotund man asks excitedly before you can get a word in. His thinning white hair is arrayed messily about his head, giving him a classic 'eccentric professor' look, which his excitable demeanour does little to disavow. "Yes, Mr Joker told me all about you. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Professor Haggart, as I'm sure you already know."

Bean Bandit

Kaitlin smooths out the rather fashionable women's trenchcoat she got as a gift from her mother, the practiced movements designed to avoid attracting attention to the fact that several packets of index and playing cards resided in the pockets sewn into the sleeves and lining.

"That would be me, yes. It's nice to meet you, sir." Kaitlin replies warmly, trying not to laugh. "Mister Joker told me about you, as well." she adds, trying to restrain a sigh at her codename, yet again. You'll be hearing it a lot, girl. Make your time....Er, peace with it. Dratted computer is rotting my brain.

"Shall we begin?" she asks with a smile masking her slight worry. Oh dear...I -do- wish he wasn't quite so...exuberant. I don't do very well with small talk...
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Ebiris

Indeed, the amiable Professor makes incessant small talk as you make your way through baggage checking and customs, paying little mind at all to your comparitive silence except to fill the air with more noise. It's not until you approach the plane (A British Airways jet, naturally) that he begins to quieten.

As you are seated (first class, naturally) and the stewardess goes through the pre-flight, he turns to you with a somewhat pale look. "Perhaps it's a bit late now, but have I mentioned I'm deathly afraid of flying?"

Bean Bandit

Kaitlin almost missed the comment, as she settled down in her seat, having grown accustomed to nodding politely to the older man's frenetic conversation.

She actually paused, mid-nod, to give him a sharp look. "Oh dear...Is there anything you need, or that I can do...?"
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I love the games I've played here.